Swallow the Sun - April 14th

April 14th...
And the Sabbath is near.
The ground is trembling,
Weakened by the longest winter.
These are the last steps
Of the frost giants,
As they leave.

An April moon is rising as the trees turn to rust.
Killing season comes in shades of gray.

An april moon is rising as the Spring turns to dust.
We lay down to the howling sound
As the world is slowly... coming down.


Bless Thee
Ghosts of Winter
For you have made me stronger
To face this day
The evernights
For the north
Our paths will go
The south is burning
The east is vast
The west is dying fast
And as I leave
My heart holds no fear
I know there's nothing
From here

An April moon is rising as the trees turn to rust.
Killing season comes in shades of gray.

An april moon is rising as the Spring turns to dust.
We lay down to the howling sound...

On the altar of endless snow
On the deep glacier's glow.
We prepare our graves
Here, under the north star
I will sleep away
To the deep hum of your icy womb.

April 14th...
And death is here.
The tide has finally turned.
The ground is trembling,
Weakened by the longest winter.
These are the last steps
Of the frost giants,
As they leave.

But my heart holds no fear.
For I know there's nothing for me here.